He was also given some clean food, whereupon he fell sick.

At home it would have been the part of piety for the magnate next the throne to launch him heavenward at once; but now, healing doses were administered, and to his amazement he recovered.

It reminded him that he was no longer king.
His name, he replied to an inquiry touching that subject, was -- ------, something in the Jaloff tongue, which he by and by condescended to render into Congo: Mioko-Koanga; in French Bras-Coupe; the Arm Cut Off.
Truly it would have been easy to admit, had this been his meaning, that his tribe, in losing him, had lost its strong right arm close off at the shoulder; not so easy for his high-paying purchaser to allow, if this other was his intent: that the arm which might no longer shake the spear or swing the wooden sword was no better than a useless stump never to be lifted for aught else.

But whether easy to allow or not, that was his meaning.

He made himself a type of all Slavery, turning into flesh and blood the truth that all Slavery is maiming.
He beheld more luxury in a week than all his subjects had seen in a century.